Scattered relics of all your loves
Lying 'round your dusty rugs
Baring old souls, opening old scars
Dissonant wallow of guitars
Burning off Indian sun
On the water barges hum
Through the bay window panes
Colors magnify and blaze
Sleeping poet's perfect dream
Pastel homes along the sea
This I would, this I will
Leave to join you in the hills
For you I would, for you I will
Leave this for the auburn hills
Find your old peeling house
Find you out there
Hear the owl call from the tree
Smell the midnight forest breathe
Shield you from the stalking night
Wake you in the morning
You came to me in a dream
Walking down the path by the cold, icy stream
The white of the snow coating the pines
In the Sierra wintertime
Lying 'round your dusty rugs
Baring old souls, opening old scars
Dissonant wallow of guitars
Burning off Indian sun
On the water barges hum
Through the bay window panes
Colors magnify and blaze
Sleeping poet's perfect dream
Pastel homes along the sea
This I would, this I will
Leave to join you in the hills
For you I would, for you I will
Leave this for the auburn hills
Find your old peeling house
Find you out there
Hear the owl call from the tree
Smell the midnight forest breathe
Shield you from the stalking night
Wake you in the morning
You came to me in a dream
Walking down the path by the cold, icy stream
The white of the snow coating the pines
In the Sierra wintertime
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